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Bucky wants to last. He wants to last forever inside this woman who trusts him enough to let him fuck her bare but he knows he's not going to. He manages a little longer before he feels it white hot and undeniable, her warm tight body pulling the orgasm right after him.

He thrusts into her hard one last time as he comes and fucks her through it a few more times, body spent and heart going wild. He falls against her for a moment and presses his forehead against hers, cheeks flagged with red not with exertion but embarrassment.

He bites his lower lip and murmurs an apology, a humble, "I couldn't help myself. I've just never...like that before. Without. I've never done it and I didn't know you'd feel so goddamn good."

She knew he was close, could feel it in the tension screaming across tense shoulders and in his thrusting hips, so it wasn't too much of a surprise when she suddenly felt James stiffen, convulse, then drive into her like a wild jackhammer, leaving her biting the inside of her mouth to keep from screeching when she felt him flood her lower body like a river bursting a dam.

His heart thudded against her chest, and when he released her hands, she immediately put her arms around him, holding him close and stroking his damp, sweaty hair. She pressed soft kisses to his temple, her body still throbbing like a sore tooth, but it was a good pain, and she shushed his muttered apologies with her lips.

"Shhh...hush up." Another series of slow, messy kisses. "We have all night, don't we?" She lofted a sly eyebrow at him. "Unless you're shipping out tomorrow, Sergeant Barnes?"

Bucky rolls off her so he's not crushing her and he slips an arm around her so Natalie can lay against him if she wants. He's not shipping out tomorrow, thank god, and he hopes he can be with her for a little while before he gets his orders and the 107th deploys.

He strokes her hair, pin curls all astray, and sighs softly. "Still, not a good look for me to lose my cool that early, doll. That's almost as bad as me being a virgin."

He hopes it's clear he's not, that he has enough skill to prove he can take care of her in all the right ways, but that's not something to think about right this second.

Yes, she wanted. To lie beside him and more. So she did, snuggling into his side with a contented little hum, putting an arm and a leg over his body to complete his capture. "You don't have to impress me, James," she reminded him with a half-smile. "You've already done that, soldier."

Neither of them were innocents, of that she had little doubt. And despite his easy flirting and smooth charm, it didn't seem that this Bucky Barnes was just some casual skirt-chaser, either. So why had he zeroed in on her? She'd done her level best to stay in the background while working for Stark, and the one moment she took for herself, look what had happened.

Not that she regretted it. She promised herself right then and there to never regret saying 'yes'.

"But," she suggested, stretching a little in his arms, "why don't you kiss me for a while?" A small hand drifted down to sneak between his legs. "See if we can't get something started all over again?"

It's almost too much, her hand on his cock so soon after he's fucked her deep, but he acclimates quickly and closes the gap between them so he can kiss her long and deep.

Maybe it makes him a sap but goddamn if he doesn't love to kiss. He loves feeling a woman yield to him and parts her lips beneath his. He kisses like he's in love even when he isn't but the problem this time is he knows he could be in love with Natalie Rushman sooner rather than later.

"You're gonna kill me, baby girl. I hope you realize that. You're gonna owe the US Army a sergeant."

James wasn't the only one who loved kissing. Natalia eagerly welcomed him back against her, sliding her arms around his neck to hold him close as their mouths met, soft wanting moans wafting between them. Tongues slipped and slid, a scintillating thrill that had her squirming her hips against his in short order. She hiked her leg high over James's hip, rolling her body against his with each meeting of their lips.

Natalia chuckled at James's quip, licking her way into his mouth after for another long kiss. "I think you'll live," she purred against those soft, soft lips. "I definitely feel something getting a little lively again." She edged her thigh between his legs again, followed by a deft stroke of her fingers, squeezing lightly. "The Army can do without you, Sergeant. At least for tonight." She gently coaxed him over on his back and followed, swinging astride him with a toss of red curls.

"Tonight," she murmured with a siren's smile, "you're all mine."

Natalie looks gorgeous up there, tiny waist and full breasts, and he takes a moment to admire her before he slides his hands up to cup them, thumbs teasing her nipples into hardness. Now that he's come once already he doesn't feel nearly so desperate and he can take his time, can really just explore her and catalog every line and curve of her beautiful body. He wants to leave marks on her, indelible ones, and he wants to commit every single bit of her to his memory.

He licks his lip when she says that he's hers for the night and he chuckles a little, rocking up against her and enjoying that she's taking what she wants and not just laying back and begging it out of him.

"I want to be yours, doll," he says, grinning up at her. "What do you do with things that are all wrapped up for you with a pretty little bow, huh? Show me?"

She gazed down at him, beautiful, heavy-eyed, and debauched, and her lips curved in answer. "Mmmm, whatever I want," was her purred response, arching her back when his hands found her breasts. She was still so sensitive that every small touch seemed profound, an explosion rolling over her skin to settle hot in her loins. Hissing between her teeth, she teased him a little more, rocking in perfect counter-rhythm to his rolling hips, tantalizing that stirring hardness a little cruelly.

But then she was leaning down to kiss him again, forcing his mouth open and coiling her tongue with his, rubbing against him like a cat in heat. Her nails slowly raked hot lines down his ribs when she left his mouth, sucking sharp kisses along the column of his neck, sliding her tongue over the thudding pulse before her teeth raked, biting a little roughly. She slid down his body as she went, knees pressed to either side of him, full, heavy breasts paving the way for her exploring lips and tongue. She wanted to touch, taste, and tease him, all of him.

This girl already has him all twisted so he doesn't know which way is up and he eagerly kisses her, teeth tugging at that full lower lip and hips rolling under hers. He's already getting hard again under her, already close to wanting to sink in her.

"Natalie," he gaps, hands grabbing her ass and pulling her closer still. He doesn't know if he wants her on top like this or under him but he's got a little while to decide; he's only half mast right now.

"Gotta have you every way I can get you."

Her soft, sultry laugh drifted up from his chest. "We have all night, soldier," she reminded him, lifting her head and batting her lashes coyly. Her hips squirmed in his grasp, and she caught her lower lip between her teeth in a coquettish little pout. "Let me play, Bucky, pleeeease?"

She didn't bother to way for an answer; simply lowered her head and continued scattering wet licks and warm kisses across his skin, tip of her tongue toying with a flat, dark nipple, teasing it to perfect hardness. Red curls followed in her wake, soft as silk against him. Then she was nipping at the dusky skin just below his navel, tickling the soft feathering leading her further down.

One small hand eased between his thighs, gently pushing them apart then moved to fondle his stirring cock, and she paused just long enough to gaze up at her lover, cat-green eyes wide and sultry with undeniable lust, and one of her eyebrows went up. "One good turn deserves another, da?"

Bucky can't make any proper words when she's running her tongue against his skin like that and when she's below his navel, he has narrowed it down to one thing she's gonna do and he can count on one hand and have fingers left over the number of times that he's had a dame suck his cock.

The Russian is strange, though, especially for the second time and he furrows his brow and looks up at her, slightly confused.

"Rushman a Russian name or something? If it is Russian. You've got me thinkin' about anything but school."

Damnit, she really had to be more careful. Especially around this beautiful man, who seemed to be able to erode her good sense entirely. But she gave a small shrug, saying easily, "My grandmother was Ukrainian." Then she lowered her head again, parting red lips to take just the head of his cock in her mouth, voicing a soft moan at his taste.

She teased with her tongue, coiling it around the flushed tip, and worked him a little deeper, sucking in slow, languid strokes, whimpering with pleasure each time. She wanted him shuddering, falling apart in her mouth and beneath her, and she pushed his legs a bit further apart, finally lowering her head to take him deep, slurping greedily when she drew upwards again.

Bucky nearly loses himself at the first touch of her tongue against him. She's goddamn good with her mouth, whether it's this or it's just kissing him. He hasn't had this enough to be immune to the feel of it and just like with sex earlier, he's getting hard and fast.

At least with this, the point isn't necessarily to last. Bucky lets out a low groan as Natalie draws her mouth up along the length of him and the pressure of her mouth and the softness of her lips and tongue have him shallowly rocking up against her, trying to chase that feeling as best he can.

"Natalie, baby - you're killing me right now. God, you're good. So good."

It was a heady feeling, bringing him this sort of 'forbidden' pleasure. But she saw little taboo in it; their bodies were theirs to please as they wished, were they not? And she had been well-schooled in so many ways, how to manipulate, seduce, entice; but this was simply hers. He was simply hers. At least for tonight.

She giggled softly, hearing the catch in his drawling voice, watching him start to come unraveled at the very seams. His hips rose and fell off of the mattress, and she followed his rhythm, whimpering softly as he began to lightly thrust into her mouth. His cock had thickened quickly, rigid and hard between her lips, and she flattened her tongue beneath it, drawing her prize free with a languid suck as she lifted her head, fixing her gasping lover with a satisfied little smirk.

"Really? You don't look dead, Bucky Barnes." Clever fingers circled the base of his shaft, plumping slightly. "Quite the opposite, in fact."

Bucky likes being teased, for the most part, but he does not like being teased in the middle of one of the few (and absolutely the best) blow jobs in his life. He lets out a strangled little whine at the loss of her mouth and slides his hand down to grip in her hair, careful just to hold and not pull. He pushes her down gently.

"You're not supposed to stop in the middle, darlin'. That is how you kill a man dead cold."

Teasing, maybe, but he's never been this worked up by a girl before and he knows that this isn't going to be a one time thing. It's going to be more than one night. It might be every night before he gets orders and gets deployed.

This time, she laughed outright, a wicked, sultry sound that slithered around his dimly lit bedroom. Natalia turned her head to kiss the palm of his hand, nipping at his fingers slightly. "But patience is a virtue," she sing-songed, lips plump, flush, and parted. She ran nails up the insides of both thighs, feeling the light prickle of fine hairs against her fingertips.

"Although," she sighed a little theatrically, "I guess I can take pity on you, you poor suffering boy." She pursed her lips in a contrived pout, then once more lowered her head and sucked him deep, moaning when she felt the head of his cock hit the back of her throat, and Natalia tightened her lips around the stiff length like a vise, hollowing her cheeks to grip him as tight as she possibly could.

So, no dame has ever done that before and Bucky is almost afraid to ask where she learned it. There's not a lot of room for that thought, though, because it doesn't take much of his cock hitting the back of her throat for him to feel the tightness in his balls and the heat pooling in his low back that tells him he's coming and he's coming now.

"You...you need to pull off, doll. I'm...I'm too close, you gotta pull off before I..."

The words are a little too late, though, because he is coming in spite of himself and the only thing he feels is white hot pleasure and there's not a damn thought in his head.

Her fingernails dug into his hips when he erupted in her mouth, and she held him through it, even though it wasn't her favorite thing to do, but this beautiful boy deserved it, and so much more. She wanted him to feel the same way she had, and hopefully take him even higher, because he was worth it. The women that "hadn't worked" were congenital idiots, in her private opinion.

When he finally fell back, replete and moaning, Natalia lifted her head, used a corner of the bedspread to clean her mouth, and undulated her way back across the bed to snuggle beside her spent lover, resting her head on his shoulder and gently kissing his cheek. She took unparalleled satisfaction in the look on James's face, smirking quietly to herself. Slipping a small hand into his disheveled hair, she kissed him again, asking, "You okay, baby?"

"Nope," Bucky says easily enough, snaking his arm around her so he can hold her close. He's always been a sap for cuddling afterward and he knows that's why he can't ever be a true cad like some guys. He cares too much about a girl when he's been with her like this and it's worse than most with Natalie.

"Paralyzed. Completely unfit for service, absolutely a 4F and I'm not going anywhere. Gonna have to collect scrap metal and buy war bonds for the war effort and stay right here in Brooklyn. I told you that you were gonna owe the Army a sergeant."

She laughed to his levity, letting him haul her around like a sack of potatoes. He felt so good in her arms, completely right and fitted as if he belonged nowhere else. It was a strange, dangerous phenomenon, but an addicting one, she belatedly realized. Natalia let herself half-sprawl over him, resting her head against his as they cuddled.

"You look unfit for service," she teased with a small grin. Hair mussed, skin flushed, mouth kiss-bruised; James Barnes was indeed a mess. "And I'll take all of the credit for that," she added, wiggling closer and kissing him again.

Coming up for air an eternity or so later, Natalia nuzzled James's nose with hers, smoothing her hands over his chest and ribs. "Think your friend's made it back yet?" God, she hoped not.

"Hope so, otherwise he's probably managed to get drafted. Steve's been actively trying unlike the rest of us. Kid's never been able to back down from a fight."

Bucky doesn't want him to go, honestly. He thinks he'll get killed out there and he doesn't want to face the possibility of either of them coming back without the other. It's been him and Steve against the world for a long, long time.

"He knows not to snoop. My door's locked anyway," Bucky adds. "You afraid of being seen all mussed up and well-fucked, doll?"

Natalia snorted lightly and thumped James's chest. "What, you don't think he might have gotten as lucky as you did?" Then she dug an elbow into his ribs, a teasing jab. "And of course I'm not," she sniffed, sitting up haughtily and tossing her curls, though her eyes glinted in playful amusement. "I just don't want him to see you, all out of breath and panting like you've just taken on the entire German army all by yourself, sir."

Admittedly, she was a little curious as to why someone would want to sign up and be refused, but there must be some underlying reason why. An interesting tidbit she'd have to ferret out, perhaps later. Now was the time to grab up a pillow from Bucky's bed and cheekily swipe him right across the face with it, giggling.

"Hey now, I'm a war casualty," Bucky says, half-heartedly batting at the pillow. "No fair. Getting a man when he's down is just plain breaking the rules."

He's grinning, though, because he's got his head completely turned by this girl in just a few hours. She's smart, she's got a little sass and she's so good in bed that he just might never let her out of his.

"I just fought every Nazi," he says, stretching and folding his arms behind his head. "Whole western front is Allied now because of me."

Natalia held the pillow close and rolled her eyes to his dramatic declaration, flopping back down beside him. She gazed up at the ceiling, eyes heavy and more than a little tired. But there was no hurry to get up and dress, was there? Stark would be fine until the morning, and she really didn't fancy having to travel all the way across town at this hour of the night.

She was getting a little cold, however, and pulled out the end of the bedspread to wrap up in, tucking it up under her chin. "I thought it was every advantage in war," she mused after a minute or so. "Win in whatever way you can, as long as you defeat the enemy and make it back home to celebrate."

Or so she'd observed since coming to the United States.

"Then I'm waving the white flag," Bucky says, chuckling a little. He's completely wiped out and he thinks he could probably sleep three days through if someone let him. He strokes Natalie's hair lightly, gentle and affectionate, and keeps his words soft. It just feels right to be this way right now.

"You're different than the other women I've been with," he says. It's showing his hand too soon but he's always been terrible at cards. "You aren't shy about what you want and you're not...you're just bold. I like it."

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